“For now, the sun hung fat and full above the tree line. The trees’ limbs reached up, begging for more, praying to the only god they had ever known. James set off past the faded park, wondering how many kids had been here. How many times had they swung on these swings and slid down this slide? How many of them still came here and remembered what it was like, back when everything was sweet?” MemoriesChildhoodSummerComing Of Age Book:Arlya Source: Arlya
“Owen looked at James. He loved the fact that he didn’t tell him it was going to be okay, or that it was all right, loved him for understanding that sometimes it wasn’t okay.” UnderstandingComing Of AgeChildhood Friends Book:Arlya Source: Arlya